Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for March 23, 2022

OK, actually laughing out loud. I suspect Lupin has never done jumping jacks before and has been INSPIRED by the opportunity to drive Elvis up the wall…or at least the back of the couch.

You know Elvis has been driven around the bend when he swats at his beloved woman!

That idea is up in flames….and it only took one overnight!

“Hang On The Bell, Nellie”

BoCH!! (Back of cat head.) Actually, BoCHHoC! (Back of cat head hanging on couch!)

How can anyone not realize what a torturous mistake this was? Let the woman know, Elvis.

Ding ding ding! Lupin is on the prowl!

“My ears are down and my eyebrows are up. I. Am. Serious!!”

Well, that didn’t take long. Instant karma.

Oh man, poor Elvis! Just look at that tail poof!

Only the Woman could not have seen this coming!

Elvis looks a lot like a bug in panel two.

“This prize I’ve won makes the tiniest little vibration every time I move. It kind of tickles. I wonder if anyone else knows that it does that?”

I was right. Doomed.

Someone’s headed for the ‘time out’ room if he’s not careful.

Lupin, sooner or later, you’re going to WANT to sneak up on something or someone. And THEN you’ll find wearing bells a disadvantage.

I would have thought Beatrix has the most active cat title.

HAHAHAHA!!!!!! I love it! ❤ Mr. Angry Fussy Paws has a point. ;) Lupin is a tiny “horse” after all!

Teacher says, that anytime a bell rings, an angry cat swats it’s owner!

Late in life, my mother finally broke down and got hearing aids (she knew she was going to lose hearing because my grandmother had the same problem for years). After she got them, she discovered two things she hadn’t realized as her sensistivity got lower and lower: (1) everyone she worked with was gossiping all the time, and (2) it makes a lot of noise when you pee.

And so…..we move on to verse two: Hear the loud alarum bells-Brazen bells!What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!In the startled ear of nightHow they scream out their affright!Too much horrified to speak,They can only shriek, shriek,Out of tune,

The Woman’s moment of tranquillity in panel 1 is [chef’s kiss].

Leapin’ Lupin’s Jumping Jack Toe Beans! Not quite as glorious as a couple days ago, but I’ll take it.

Elvis is getting mean.

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Emma-Peelia: We’re back from Afar. Diana, were you good for Bea?

Diana: Yes, I was. And Uncle Elvis didn’t mind us running through the library at all.

Elvis-Anum: Thank Cat for those Thwump proof shelves!

Diana: Did you have fun tumbling, Uncle Loopy?

Lupinium: Sure did. And we can have fun running now that I’m back.

Emma: We’re going to have to have a talk first.

Diana: I promise to be careful.

Emma: It’s not you I’m worried about.

Enter Beatrixia

Beatrixia: Iron Glove! Adobe Style! It’s good to see you.

Adobe Style: I heard you found a room full of art objects at the Great Pyramid.

Bea: Yes, and a whole new library, too. Well, it’s new to us.

Enter Thomios

Thomios: Dinner is served. Along with several new honey recipes.

Bea: And we start for the Great Pyramid tomorrow after breakfast!

Unforgettable

That’s what you are,

How regrettable

The Woman’s faux pas

With a sound so loud it fills the air,

You jump your jacks without a care

Never before

Has Elvis been more…

Upsettable

Than on this day,

And forever sore

That’s how he’ll stay

That’s why, Lupin, it’s incredible

That someone so unforgettable

Deserves a prize that’s

Un-offsetable, too

- Irving Gordon – Unforgettable – Nat King Cole

Lupin looks so happy, it made my day!

Oh no! Not jumping jacks!

Something tells me the bell around Lupin’s neck is not going to work out.

I knew it; I knew that bell would bother certain other cats far more than it would Lupin.

That would make me pretty dang grumpy, and my hearing isn’t as good as a cat’s.

I am behind in checking Dr. Scuttles Twitter! Many new posts. Here’s March 17

The winter, cold weather, and worse—snow—have slowed my scales. I’ve been conserving my energy, and I appreciate your understanding and patience.

Now, long after the witching hour, I stir. For one reason, and one reason alone:

Leprechauns.

Leprechauns are technically cryptids, more technically fae. While I do not typically interact with fae (except to APOLOGIZE and SHOW RESPECT and BACK AWAY), leprechauns and their rich (literally) culture are steeped in honor and banking. I fear them less, trust them more.

The local leprechauns of the Quinn Farm’s fields are ruled by Granny Bitty, a matriarchal leader anointed with a daffodil crown.

We are not closely acquainted, but I hear she is delightful and just.

[panel from last year’s BCN with Seamus apologizing to The Children]

While I am admittedly not the most knowledgeable when it comes to the lore of leprechauns, I cannot resist the chance to glimpse a cryptid in person. How often do we know the day—even the window of time!!—when a cryptid will be out & about & in view.

This is a special night.

And so, here I sit, chin perched upon my plastic kiddie pool, waiting to spy any green or wee tiny cobbled shoes.

If you have spotted proof of leprechauns in your home this evening, please share your photographic evidence in the replies and retweet for other believers!

Dr. Scuttles Twitter, March 18

FOILED! I FELL ASLEEP AND SLEPT FOR THIRTY ONE HOURS.

I am looking forward to the warmth of spring. This winter lethargy literally wears upon me.

OR WAS IT FAE MAGIC FROM THE LEPRECHAUNS??

(I think it was winter… BUT ONE NEVER KNOWS)

Anyway, now I shall make a humble breakfast of lettuce and potato chips and seize this day. Perhaps a nap!

Dr. Scuttles Twitter, March 21

When one thinks of all the many—MANY—disasters over the last two years and yet no sightings of Mothman, it really does make one wonder…

Mothman, are you ok?

Did you get locked in a garage by accident? Vow of silence? Living a quiet life splitting logs beside a cabin somewhere without Internet access?

Have you retired?

Then again, it has been an overwhelming two years for People. Perhaps it is the same for Mothman. There could be a feeling of “where to begin prophesying, where to end? …Should I just schedule a daily appearance?”

If anyone is in current contact with Mothman, please send him our best. We miss him, and also hope not to see him, but also wish he is ok. It is complicated.

The woman is the ultimate optimist

I’m with Elvis on this one. He had to fill in at the station while Lupin was gone, and now Lupin’s sonic powers have gotten even greater. Plus, they never did this when Elvis went missing.

The Woman thinks Elvis is “over-the-top” in his response to Lupin’s dingdong bell.

Lupin is positively punch-drunk with his bell, and Mommy’s Precious Boy Elvis is driven to distraction! Also, Elvis paw pads: squee!

Seeing 3 DINGS, I can’t help but think of The Trolley Song:

Clang, clang, clang went the KITTY.

Ding, ding, ding went the bell.

Zing, zing, zing there goes Lupin.

Lupin is so extra! And Elvis is not having it at all!

Imagine what he’d be like on full caffeine coffee….

OT: Happy National Puppy Day!

https://www.daysoftheyear.com/days/puppy-day/

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Not my grandpuppy, but looks a lot like her:

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When my last pup went almost blind, I had to put a bell on him when I left him in bed. That way when he roused, I’d hear him and could get him down. However I took it off him once he was up.

With my new dog, I also try to get him down off the bed (though he sometimes jumps down on his own, if he’s feeling up to it – and impatient). It’s very high for a chihuahua (mix), though he’s mixed with Italian greyhound (I think) so he has a very long body and long legs; thus he can stretch closer to the ground before jumping. I don’t need the bell though, his tags jingle enough to hear him!

Just wait ’til he dashes around the house at light speed

Oh careful there Elvis or the woman will think you are envious of Lupin’s bell and get you one!

Yeah, a bell on Lupin would drive me over the bend too!

OT: Thank you, kind people, for all your puzzle help yesterday! This is definitely the kindest place on the internet!

My family often put bells on the cats we had growing up. You get used to the noise surprisingly quick, actually, and it does serve as a great tool to figuring out the cat’s whereabouts should they seem to be missing.

Throw in the fact Lupin’s deaf and can’t hear others calling for him, and I think that makes it a great idea still. Honestly, Elvis is complaining partly because it’s a dreaded CHANGE, and we all know how he feels about that.

I had a cat who used to do that. 9/10

Le’letha: He is indeed wearing it with pride. Proudly…and loudly!

The bell must be destroyed.

Believe me, if there was an evolutionary advantage to bells, cats would be born with them. :)

Lupin has found another way to annoy his fellow cat mates, that’s until Goldie decides to lower the boom with a well-placed swipe.

Elvis, as somebody who also suffers from misophonia, I feel your pain!

And Lupin is “ringing the changes.”

What a tail poof!!!

Gotta go with Elvis on this one. We need a plan to un-bell a cat!

Apoplectic Elvis may be down right dangerous! Funny too though, I outright giggled at this!

i don’t get why The Woman thinks a bell will help find lupin when he’s asleep somewhere. what she needs is to put one of those locate your keys chippy things on his collar and then when he’s missing press the button for it to chirp. they must have that sort of thing for pets these days, surely!??

Change his name to Tinkerbell?

and he can’t hear their pain, how amusing.

I called Lupin’s fury with the woman yesterday!

Ding, dong, bell!

Lupin’s in the well.

Who put him in?

Elvis, his former friend

Who pulled him out?

Ding, dong, bell!

Lupin’s still in the well.

Squeeeeeeeeeeee! I just received notice that “Behind the Scenes With Burt” is in transit to me! Current predicted arrival: March 29.

I look so forward to seeing the pure GLEE on Lupin’s face! Ms. Dunn draws elation well! ♡♡♡

Cats can learn to move so that the bell doesn’t ring. This doesn’t apply in this case, obviously.

For the last six weeks I have been staying up all night to keep Foxy from scratching at the bedroom door for fear she’d wake up the other non-deaf resident. He told me today that he has never heard her at all since she’s been confined to this room. Maine cats are not the subtlest of the breed. A fourteen-pound cat hits the deck repeatedly jumping from the bookcase to the dresser it’s on top of, scratches around her food dishes, knocks her toys around, meow meow MEOW MEOW M30W M30W and he doesn’t hear a thing??? I may actually get some sleep tonight! I don’t want her scratching the door for other reasons, but it’s wonderful to know he isn’t bothered by her.

So expressive!! Peace, anger, confusion, joy… Great depictions of everyone!

Hmmm…Since Lupin can read whiskers, and since I’m pretty sure he knows what a puffed up tail means, I do believe he knows exactly what he is doing.